This handsome young man who calls himself Xiaodao is the leader of the second generation disciples of Shangqing Valley. His cultivation has reached the eighth level of innateness. Although the Dragon Sword is at the ninth level of innateness, he is full of confidence.
"This is not allowed!"
The head of the Long family shouted that if he had not experienced the previous competition, he might have let Long Jian end, but he must not let Long Jian end now, otherwise it would be difficult for Long Jian to save his life under the magic weapon of the Immortal Sect.
However, Long Jian is a little eager to try it, because he has now revised the "Pui Yuan Jing", and the true energy in his body is at least several times more concentrated than that of warriors of the same realm.
Even though he had just broken through to the ninth level of Xiantian, he could confidently say that ordinary ninth level Xiantian was no match for him.
"Why, Master Long, do you look down on our immortal sect?"
Qing Yanzi spoke again, with a very unkind tone.
"I really look down on you!" At this moment, a faint voice sounded, and then Song Yan was seen walking leisurely. His eyes slowly swept across the immortal gate, his eyes full of contempt: "It seems I didn’t hurt you last time, but you still dare to run out and jump around!”
As soon as they saw Song Yan, everyone in the Immortal Sect showed resentment, especially after hearing his insulting words, everyone glared at him.
The next moment, Qing Yanzi took a step forward and shouted in a cold voice: "Little thief Song Yan, our Immortal Sect is no longer what it used to be. If you are sensible, you should immediately abandon your cultivation and follow us back to the Immortal Sect to accept your guilt. Otherwise, more than just You and even your relatives will be implicated!"
Song Yan didn't pay attention to the other party's threat at all, and said calmly: "Are you done? If you are done, get out of here. Staying here is too much of an eyesore!"
"How dare you be rude to the leader, you will die!"
The handsome little Taoist priest from before gave a cold shout, opened his mouth and spit out a silver flying sword.
The flying sword was like lightning, killing Song Yan in the center of his eyebrows in an instant.
"Ding!"
At this moment, Song Yan suddenly raised his right hand and flicked his finger. The silver flying sword that was about to hit his eyebrows suddenly shattered inch by inch and turned into dozens of fragments that clinked and fell to the ground.
"puff!"
The natal flying sword was destroyed. The little Taoist priest's face changed drastically. He spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Song Yan in disbelief: "No, it's impossible. This flying sword was condensed by my master. Its quality is comparable to that of a fifth-grade treasure." How could it be possible for Qing Yi to be destroyed like this!"
"idiot!"
Song Yan rolled his eyes and slapped the little Taoist priest directly out of the banquet hall.
"Oh my god, was that silver light just now a flying sword?"
Not far away, Shangguan Gao Fei said in amazement. Murong Xinyue was also extremely shocked. She had a feeling that she seemed to have intervened in a mysterious world.
"You little thief, you've gone too far to bully others. Come and die!"
Qing Yanzi picked up a piece of talisman paper and patted it on his body. Suddenly, a thin layer of golden light appeared on his body, and there were runes flowing between the golden light, which looked very mysterious.
This talisman was drawn by his master Ming Xiangzhen personally. After being used, it can form a body-protecting golden light that lasts for half an hour. Even cultivators in the late stage of foundation building cannot break it.
With the golden light protecting his body, Qing Yanzi's confidence soared. A blue long sword appeared in his hand, and with one step, it flew towards Song Yan.
"roll!"
Song Yan slapped out his palm again, and then Qing Yanzi was slapped away and fell outside the banquet hall. The golden light protecting his body had been shattered layer by layer, turning into spiritual light and disappearing into the void.
Qing Yanzi stood up slowly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then stared at Song Yan with horrified eyes: "You... how did you do that?"
You must know that his protective golden light can withstand a full blow in the later stage of foundation building, but how could it be broken so easily.
Song Yan didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. His eyes fell on the remaining immortal sect members and said coldly: "You can save your life by abandoning your cultivation, otherwise you will die!"
After hearing his words, everyone in the Immortal Sect was shocked and angry.
After a while, a Immortal Sect leader walked out: "Song Yan, don't go too far. To tell you the truth, our Immortal Sect has given birth to a real Jindan. If you admit your mistake to our Immortal Sect now, there is still a chance of survival!"
"Noisy!"
Song Yan's eyes flashed with impatience, and he waved his palm again!
"puff!"
The next moment, the leader's body exploded and turned into a pool of blood mist, spraying all around.
"Head!"
Several immortal disciples cried out sadly.
"Song Yan, little thief, I will fight with you!"
Then, several Immortal Sect disciples released magic weapons to kill him.
"roll!"
Song Yan waved his hand, and then, those Immortal Sect disciples and their magic weapons were turned into pieces.
Seeing this scene, the remaining members of the Immortal Sect fell silent, and looked at Song Yan with a deep fear in their eyes. It was so cruel that even the leaders in the foundation building stage were afraid. Being slapped to death, even if they come together, they are no match.
"Destroy your cultivation or die, I'll give you ten seconds!"
Song Yan spoke again!
Hearing this, the remaining Immortal Sect disciples all had earth-colored faces, and they didn't know how to respond.
After three breaths, a disciple of the Immortal Sect of the ninth level of Xiantian came out: "Song Yan, as the saying goes, leave everything open so we can meet again in the future. Do you have to kill them all?"
"You're not worthy of letting me stay!" Song Yan said disdainfully.
"... You...!" The disciple's face turned red, but he was helpless.
"The time is up, which one do you choose?" Song Yan stared at the immortal disciples coldly.
at this time.
With a "pop", an Immortal Sect disciple knelt down on the ground and shouted loudly: "Senior Song, I know I was wrong. Please spare me. I swear, as long as I forgive me, I will never step out of the immortal world." One step away!"
"Xianmen, you still want to return to Xianmen, from today on, there is no need to exist!" Song Yan shook his head gently.
"You little beast, you have such a loud tone, you really think that our immortal sect is made of mud!"
At this moment, a young man wearing a blue robe appeared outside the banquet hall. He exuded an unmatched powerful aura. With the radiation of this aura, everyone in the hall felt a Fear from the heart.
"Pretend to be a ghost, come here!"
Suddenly, Song Yan let out a soft drink and reached out to grab it. Then, the young Taoist who suddenly appeared flew towards Song Yan involuntarily, and then his neck fell into his hand.
"Bah bang bang!"
Song Yan gave him a few mouthfuls.
After a few mouth blows, not only did the opponent's cheeks become swollen, but his entire aura was also knocked out.
"This...how is this possible?"
Seeing this scene, Qing Yanzi and the remaining disciples of the Immortal Sect were stunned, because this Taoist in Qingyi was the newly promoted Jindan Master Mingxiang of the Immortal Sect.
How could the majestic Jin Dan be slapped in the mouth by Song Yan without any resistance
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